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You’re not a girlie-girl yourself, so the mans hand doesn’t bother you, but at the same time, the arm wrapped around your face seems impressively strong, and you can tell from the way he presses against your back and ass, that he’s much bigger.  You may be strong, and a good wrestler, but there’s no way you could muscle this guy.

It’s safer to just do as he says.

“Get down here,” the man whispers harshly, and pulls you to him like a toy doll.

You follow his commands completely, letting him pull you back behind a pile of crates and under some old sacking.  This is just like one of those fantasy movies, except the crates smell of fish and the sacking is itchy and, you suspect, full of fleas.

You find yourself sitting in the man’s lap.  If it were under other circumstances, you think it might be nice to sit against such strong thighs and hips.

“I need my hands,” the man says.  “If you promise to not scream, I’ll release you.  Nod if you agree.”

You nod once, and the man’s hand slowly drops from your mouth.

A moment later there is the clatter of feet, and what sounds like weapons.  Men shout, and cry out, there is more running, and then you can see torches and lanterns casting crazy, demonic-looking shadows everywhere.  You’re fairly certain the men are soldiers, and that they’re looking for the man in whose lap you are sitting.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Scream for help to the soldiers]]
*[[TBE: Keep sitting where you are in his lap]]
*[[TBE: Ask the man who he is, and what’s going on]]

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[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]